Youngin

[Intro]
Uhhh
Writer...Harlem..
Fuck with me...Thunder..
Uhh..

[Verse 1]
Since I was a youngin I would get it in abundance
Order in the lobby till they hit me with the Simons
Wrip it for the gunnin and I'm stick up sower heartin
I ain't tryin to hear nothing, they gonna give a nigga something
Right around the time everybody had an office
I ain't had an office, so I call the court case
Motherfuck the court day, looking to the ball face
You gonn see real, damn punch your cornflakes
Talk kay, ya'll lay
Getting to the G's, I was slingin' so much D
That they kick us out to P's
Real shit nigga I'm a different kind of breed
Still sick, listen it's a lyrical disease, please
Hey I used to keep em high to the point they see the sky
That's before they sentenced me, seat me at the DFY *light work*
Had my green, know I let them heaters rise
I don't wanna have to turn the crime scene to CSI
Writer..

[Bridge]
Uhh...
It's too easy for a nigga like me man
Niggas couldn't walk in my shoes a day in their life
Talk my shit cause these niggas ain't talkin' bout nothin' anyway..
Harlem
Light up

[Verse 2]
I remember beautifully, cutting wasn't new to me
Had it to a hookie party, ducky from the true sea
True-fully I ain't give a damn, damn of all the [?] me
I'm going hand in hand like they grantin me immunity
True indeed, musically I brutally abuse the beat
You can see and due to G, I'm who you never used to be *never*
Get in touch with crack
And tell your mother that I used to kill niggas way before they ever was a smack
Ask jay mills T Racks Charlie clips
Wanna hit as hard as this, you gonn need a larger fist
I'm a harlem goat, plus I'm far from broke
All your lines washed up you should just call em bars of soap *haha*
All they know I'm dope with mine
I'll make your hoe rewind
And put so much damn work in
You think they're paying over time
It's over climb they no sick it's the spit up
Better do your history or you'll be history nigga
Writer..